Fr

“this reminded me of you.” ok come and kiss me

idc (sick to my stomach from all the overthinking)

Our potential will forever haunt me...

Believe me, life is better when nobody knows what you’re doing.

every day is literally just me distracting myself until the next day

See me as a rude evil bitch and leave me tf alone, idc anymore

please be nice to me, i'm in my twenties, do you know what that does to a person

cigarettes after everything.

fuck what we had, fuck what we did, fuck what we said, fuck what we could've been, fuck what you promised, fuck what we shared, fuck that i ever met you and fuck you

now I'm healing from the person who at one point healed me

how much sorrow can i take

if you think i didn't notice, i did.

Trying to be more gentle with myself but I also could not care less if I dropped dead this very second

Does anyone know what to do. like in general

The old version of us would be so sad to see us now...

so sexy of me to keep going

Overcommunicating is a form of begging.
They heard you. They simply dont care....
Stop it.

I want to disappear quietly, as if I had never been there to begin with.